I did not know it because I forget these things, but my brother, Stephen, died two years ago today. My son, Steven, is named after him, you would have thought that I would have remembered it. Perhaps it is because I have so many negatives in my life, right now, another one is an unwelcomed guest at my dining table. I am also a little resentful with him because the first thing I knew about him being ill was when he was dead. I had no time for restitution or apologies or to say goodbye. Just a phone call to say he was dead. One consultation was that our last communication was when I offered him an olive branch. He did not want it so I had to respect his decision. I would have like to have made friends with him but must wait until I get to where he has gone, hopefully. I do not miss him as Angela does but I had not spoken to him for many years. I would miss Angela as every now and then something tell me to check on her. I was like that when we were young. Always worrying about her. I so wanted to beat up her first husband, still do, but wanted her to be happy as well. I love her, she is my mother’s daughter and therefore my sister and we look similar as well. I have this unexplainable bond to her that almost broke once but seems impenetrable. God bless her, and my brother, Stephen, where ever you are.
We Did Our Best 